The Arabs, stirred up by the fracas in Tahar’s café, were seething with excitement, and several of them, gathered together in a little crowd, were quarrelling and shouting at the end of the street near the statue of the Cardinal. Domini’s escort saw them and hesitated.
“I think, Madame, it would be better to take a side street,” he said.
“Very well. Let us go to the left here. It is bound to bring us to the hotel as it runs parallel to the house of the sand diviner.”
He started.
“The sand-diviner?” he said in his low, strong voice.
“Yes.”
She walked on into a tiny alley. He followed her.
“You haven’t seen the thin man with the bag of sand?”
“No, Madame.”
“He reads your past in sand from the desert and tells what your future will be.”